She types her emotions through letters on a screen that lack sympathy and passion. Fingering a keyboard is easy, passive, direct exchange avoided. You may be defriended in that minute of failure.
You hang on every misinterpreted word.
The feed dances--spins like a Ferris wheel. The height of your intimacy stops as you linger on the phantom glow of friendship created by a cursor.
haha... you creativity makes me smile out loud... i love your brain, i want to hold it feel it pulse with blind sounded answers...
She types her emotions
through letters on a screen
that lack sympathy and passion.
Fingering a keyboard is easy,
passive, direct exchange avoided.
the rest of the poem was only perfect as well...
words that belonged in a tribe together since sight began.
Another one well done...
you better start writing more... i only have one more of your's to experience... so i'll have to save it... just knowing there is still something left for me that i can anticipate...
My name is Katy Daixon Donalds, soon to be Katy Daixon Wimer, and I am a poet and creative non-fictionalist. I am intrigued by the human condition and find myself desiring to use words to understand .. more..